Majestic night and pouring rain,
A cup of coffee, pink Bible and a pen,
The evening breeze it touches my skin –
Makes me wonder of the love I dream,

Awaken love only when it is time,
But the beat of my heart and raindrops rhyme,
Pounding on the roof of my heart; it cries,
When will I have the love I desire?

Righteous love for a righteous cause;
To rush this scenery would have
entailed much cost,
So I waited for a million, beautiful sunsets,
Until I am ready for the love that I wanted,

“Grace is real!” I could only utter,
As our story unfolds from chapter to chapter,
Great is the God who authored this piece,
The love that I prayed; now my favourite,

Etched within the fabrics of our soul;
The ability to love that makes
scarlet as white as snow,
Embrace, forgive and create new memory;
This is the story that will give God glory,

Love will always be worth the fight,
The weak learn to stand in bravery and might,
From battle to battle, the heart shall not tire,
For this is the love that set us on fire.